I took Juma out to a nearby town where an orchard offers pick-your-own fruit. We got apples, pears, peaches, and 8 pounds of raspberries, and the chance to show Juma where fruit actually comes from. Juma helped by adding a total of 20 raspberries to his bucket, then claiming the entire, full bucket was his alone to eat, because, well, it was his bucket.
In the car ride home, he snacked on a few raspberries, and reported, "We picked good raspberries. I mean, these are really good." Then he suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream and started flailing his arms and legs. Since I was driving 65 on the freeway, there wasn't much I could do, but it sounded like he was scared. I tried to get out of him what was wrong between his crying and kicking, and it turns out it was just a little ("medium-sized") spider on his shoe.
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